| Song | Sweet Caroline |
| Artist | Elvis Presley |
| Album | On Stage (Legacy Edition) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Neil Diamond Music:Neil Diamond | |
| Where it began, I can't begin to know when | |
| But then I know it's growing strong | |
| Oh, wasn't the spring, whooo | |
| And spring became the summer | |
| Who'd believe you'd come along | |
| Hands, touching hands, reaching out | |
| Touching me, touching you | |
| Oh, sweet Caroline | |
| Good times never seem so good | |
| I've been inclined to believe it never would | |
| And now I, I look at the night, whooo | |
| And it don't seem so lonely | |
| We fill it up with only two, oh | |
| And when I hurt | |
| Hurting runs off my shoulder | |
| How can I hurt when holding you | |
| Oh, one, touching one, reaching out | |
| Touching me, touching you | |
| Oh, sweet Caroline | |
| Good times never seem so good | |
| Oh I've been inclined to believe it never would | |
| Ohhh, sweet Caroline, good times never seem so good |
| Lyrics: Neil Diamond Music: Neil Diamond | |
| Where it began, I can' t begin to know when | |
| But then I know it' s growing strong | |
| Oh, wasn' t the spring, whooo | |
| And spring became the summer | |
| Who' d believe you' d come along | |
| Hands, touching hands, reaching out | |
| Touching me, touching you | |
| Oh, sweet Caroline | |
| Good times never seem so good | |
| I' ve been inclined to believe it never would | |
| And now I, I look at the night, whooo | |
| And it don' t seem so lonely | |
| We fill it up with only two, oh | |
| And when I hurt | |
| Hurting runs off my shoulder | |
| How can I hurt when holding you | |
| Oh, one, touching one, reaching out | |
| Touching me, touching you | |
| Oh, sweet Caroline | |
| Good times never seem so good | |
| Oh I' ve been inclined to believe it never would | |
| Ohhh, sweet Caroline, good times never seem so good |
| Lyrics: Neil Diamond Music: Neil Diamond | |
| Where it began, I can' t begin to know when | |
| But then I know it' s growing strong | |
| Oh, wasn' t the spring, whooo | |
| And spring became the summer | |
| Who' d believe you' d come along | |
| Hands, touching hands, reaching out | |
| Touching me, touching you | |
| Oh, sweet Caroline | |
| Good times never seem so good | |
| I' ve been inclined to believe it never would | |
| And now I, I look at the night, whooo | |
| And it don' t seem so lonely | |
| We fill it up with only two, oh | |
| And when I hurt | |
| Hurting runs off my shoulder | |
| How can I hurt when holding you | |
| Oh, one, touching one, reaching out | |
| Touching me, touching you | |
| Oh, sweet Caroline | |
| Good times never seem so good | |
| Oh I' ve been inclined to believe it never would | |
| Ohhh, sweet Caroline, good times never seem so good |